My Way

A poem on my journey of self-discovery, shedding the expectations of others, and correcting my inner compass.

I’ve been directionally challenged my entire life it seems. 

So please, stop asking if I’ve “found my way”
When I can’t even get home without my GPS.

My path was never meant to be simple or straight,
And now I see it was never meant to be understood. 

They say it’s easy—  
Just follow your gut, your intuition, your North Star.  

But what if the directions I’ve been given were never meant for me to follow?

Have I been made to feel less because those before me were never allowed to feel more? 
Is the guilt I carry from breaking cycles that others are content in?

Maybe this was always my test—The problem to solve, the question to answer. 

To find the roots of my doubt,
Are the same ones that shaped my identity. 
Roots twisted from walking a path that was never mine. 

This may be why my authenticity and confidence are met with critique and question. Why the goal of so many around me has been to humble and diminish me instead of uplift and guide me forward. 

It all seems so complicated when the answer is quite simple. 

My boundaries and self-respect,
anger those who thrived on my self-neglect. 

I wasn't directionally challenged. 
I was following the wrong compass.

My way is leading me back to myself.
So if you’re still asking if I’ve found it yet, the answer is yes. 
Now stop being nosy and focus on yours.